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Nutshell
Cara Cristina Losier
Girl, you will always
be branded by the time
you wore a halter top
in ninth grade, before
you got your bellybutton
pierced by Wade, who
had a red-rimmed
fresh tattoo that wound
around his neck, like the snake
you wanted junior year of college
before you found out that
snakes eat mice,
after which you adopted Phineas,
the orange mouse named
after a John Knowles character,
whose work you’ve loved
since you were six,
and still wore overalls with no t-shirt
and later that year
kissed your kindergarten sweetheart
who grew up to wear heavy black hoodies
and love the band Disturbed,
and dated a girl who was
later indicted in a grade-school vandalism,
and had fewer piercings than you’ve had
as I write this,
although you currently have none
and now your stomach
is as smooth as on that defining day
during which you chose to bear yourself.